#briedoof

“I feel so lazy.” You sigh, falling flat against the bed again and purring as he crawls up over you a little more. “I’m not used to just laying around. But there’s nowhere to go.”

He smiles, leaning in to kiss your forehead before carefully draping himself over you like a cold blanket, his legs still dangling off the end of the cuddle platform. He must have to curl on his side to sleep on it when you’re not here. “Is it so bad to lay with me?” His lips are against your collarbone, quirked into a little smile.

“Not at all.” You ruffle his hair a little, sighing. Against the windows, rain splatters loudly, almost drowning out the contented purr coming from the blueblood on your chest. “It’s just kind of weird. Being here, and all.”

He kisses your jaw, making a slow path to your mouth, and you let your eyes drift closed to nibble at his bottom lip, hands sliding up his shirt idly. He sighs, kneeling over your waist and licking into your mouth. Your claws tickle down his back, and you grope his ass when you reach it. Darkleer chirps, pulling back to look at you as you grope at his thighs, your pumper going a little fast at the way that he leans back and pulls his shirt up, his face flushed blue.

His hair slides over his shoulders like black water, tickling your legs as it falls. “I love the sound of the rain.” Blue eyes flicking towards the door, he sighs in relief when he sees it’s still locked. “It’s good, uh. Background noise.” He giggles, leaning forward again and managing to grind a little against your sheathe.

“I think I could like it more than I do now, if you’re planning on keeping that up.” You breathe, sitting forward to kiss his chest when he strips his shirt off. He shivers, though, and you frown. “Are you cold?”

Darkleer frowns, ears pointing down. “Yes. It’s a little bit drafty.” He rests his hands over where yours are on his hips.

“Oh, well, here.” You grin, sitting up and kissing him, even though he has to bend down more than a little to reach, and squirm a little. “Lay under me. I’ll keep you warm.”

He scoots off of you, laying on his back and sighing a pleased little noise when you peel your shirt off and lay on him. His arms are heavy when they wrap around you, a comfortable weight against your back and a pleasing transference of heat where your skin touches his. You idly rock against his hips, but you’re not as interested as you were.

“Mm, wanna take a nap?” You purr, kissing his neck.

He nods, petting your back. “Yes. Again.”